Tears of God
In many of my stories I imagine God speaking directly to me.
“My child God said to me. I wanted to tell you personally what the Crucifixion of My Son meant to me.
You have children and grand children and I know you love them. I know that you would do all you could to protect them from harm and that you would gladly take upon yourself their death. I know this because you were created in my image with the ability to Love.
I know that if men took your child and beat him with whips that ripped both flesh and bone from his back…that you could not be restrained.
I know if men forced your child to carry a beam of heavy wood down the street as people swore at him, mocking him, and spitting on him… that you could not be restrained.
I know if men forced your child to lie down on that cross and then drove nails through his feet and hands to hold him there…that you could not be restrained.
Could you Ernie? The Lord asked softly…no Lord I said quietly.
I stood and watched as they did all those things to my Son. I stood there not for His sake but for yours, because He took that punishment not for His sake but for yours….I honored you through His Pain. But Ernie, when Jesus…MY SON cried out …MY GOD…MY GOD…WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?
That was more than I could bear, so I turned away and cried uncontrollably. My Son had wept over Jerusalem; and now I wept over my Son. Yes, I could not look upon the Worlds Sins that MY Son was bearing, but even more than that, if I had looked at HIM at the moment HE said those words…I knew in my heart …
That I could not be restrained!
Ernie…I wanted you and those that say they love my Son, to know that even for the Joy set before both HIM and I…the Cross was the most difficult thing either of us have gone through.”